Titan King: Ascension of the Giant Chapter 1512 The King’s Epiphany

"Take this. Head to the Westreach Trench and locate the giant octopus you battled before. He'll inform you of the required actions."

Thalryssa accepted the token. Orion dispatched her as backup to ease the Kraken's heavy load.

Yet this realm stood as one Orion had fully subdued. Thalryssa served more than just as support; she functioned as his watchful observers—a inspector.

Trust, but verify.

Orion held unwavering faith in the Kraken; he was certain his sibling would never deceive him. Yet affairs demanded structure, and strict procedures halted any brewing grudges. Defined limits and open dealings alone guaranteed a brotherly alliance endured eternally without spoiling.

With Thalryssa sent away, Orion shut his eyes, clearing his thoughts completely.

The perilous phase arrived now. He had to call forth the Divine World Tree's roots and secure them within the turbulent Void beyond the World of Eldoria.

Performing intricate alterations to reality's weave demanded precision, where any error might prove deadly.

Titanion Realm, City of Blessings.

After Blood Elves integrated into the Stoneheart Horde, the City of Blessings opened fully to all, its governance shifting to Horde officials.

Inside the city, the sole holding still under the Elven King's true control remained the Royal Palace.

Post-surrender, King Rommath turned reclusive. Public sightings grew rare as he indulged in endless intoxication, submerging his pain in aged wines.

Dropping from absolute monarch to mere subordinate proved a gall too harsh for most. His lingering followers grasped his anguish, granting him space to grieve undisturbed.

"Your Majesty. Lycanor dispatched an urgent letter. It demands your personal seal to access."

Rommath's Queen stood before him, a breathtaking Blood Elf herself, albeit with humbler cultivation than his own. Though less mighty, she remained loyal, granting him heirs and enduring his reign's tempests.

"All others have departed," Rommath mumbled, sprawled across his throne with a wine jug loosely gripped. Alcohol's stench permeated the surroundings. "Why linger?"

"The forces dissolved. Royal Guard vanished. Even Archelder escaped, sealing the Guardian Tree's pocket realm."

Rommath gazed at his spouse with desolate, empty eyes. Kingship eluded him now. He lingered as a nominal puppet sans troops.

"What keeps you here?"

"Husband and wife form one body," she murmured gently. "Glory binds us, as does downfall. Wherever you reside, Your Majesty... there lies my hearth."

"Where else could I flee? Unless you seek to banish me?"

Tears traced paths down her cheeks.

Rommath forfeited his seat of power, stripping her of queenly eminence. Yet while defectors chased better fates, she stayed bound. He embodied her destiny.

Her sobs pierced the drunken fog enshrouding Rommath's senses.

Silence claimed him.

Moments stretched long before Rommath straightened upon the throne. He invoked his Transcendent Power, purging liquor from his veins instantly. Wine's odor dissipated, yielding to sharp ozone freshness.

"Lycanor's message?"

"Trouble brewing in Stoneheart City?"

Drying her tears, the Queen shook her head while presenting the sigil-stamped envelope.

Rommath snapped the seal, eyes devouring the words.

"Stoneheart's Seekers auction a functional Broodmother egg?"

"A Broodmother egg?"

Disbelief colored his voice. Thrice he reread the passage before its weight truly hit.

"Broodmothers rank as vital strategic tools. Why permit Horde assets to enter open trade?"

Unbeknownst to him, amid laments for his vanished crown, Rommath's thoughts already aligned with Horde loyalties.

"No... the Broodmother holds value, yet Horde alternatives surpass it."

Eyes sharpening, depressive mists cleared as cunning politics surged alive.

"Maturing a fresh Broodmother devours vast riches. Horde coffers could cover it, but why drain funds with adult Broodmothers at hand? Pure waste."

A monarch through and through, Rommath wielded kingly foresight and acumen. The scheme unveiled itself at once.

"They unleash the egg to compel resource-rich vassals to nurture it gratis."

"Within Stoneheart Horde, who possesses funds to sustain a Broodmother's endless hunger?"

"Me. Theodore. Aldous. Maybe nascent tribe leaders."

Fierce gleam reignited in Rommath's gaze. No ordinary soul, he embodied Blood Elves' refined sovereignty.

Against Giant King Orion's solar blaze, Rommath dimmed. Versus peers? He shone stellar.

Not even Theodore, High Chieftain's offspring, rivaled him.

True sovereign Rommath commanded a species' hoarded fortunes. Theodore scraped by on stipends. Their spendable wealth diverged vastly.

"Lycanor forwarded this straight to me. She urges my auction victory. She desires my stewardship."

"Then what?"

Rommath reclined, thoughts whirling.

History's scholars, Blood Elves absorbed empire lessons. Rommath charted power's course.

"I deploy the Broodmother for Horde expansion. Claim fresh territories, accrue merits, claim grander holdings. Perhaps... forge a fresh realm."

"Mature Broodmother means endless legions with resource influx."

"Power alone counts as true wealth. Grasped firmly, it bends the world to will."

Horde submission stung with loss, true. But it unlocked heights unattainable by Blood Elves solo.

Rommath grasped now: sole-race dependence doomed them. Supremacy demanded variety's embrace. Horde unity paved conquest.

"Should Giant King unveil his Divine Kingdom, Ranchers—vassal governors—become essential for realm oversight."

"That dawn arrives, I erect my domain. Dreams manifest."

Blood Elf vaults chronicled ascensions deeply. Rommath held godward secrets for Demigods.

"My Broodmother thrives fully by then."

"A Broodmother... prospects... renewed sovereignty..."

Revelation crashed like thunder. Fog-shrouded paths clarified sharply.

Rising, regal presence cloaked him anew.

"My Queen," Rommath declared, tone firm and authoritative. "Retrieve my ceremonial attire."